A worthless prey scarce bends your pliant rod, Soft disengage, and back into the stream lure 420 From his dark haunt, beneath the tangled roots Of pendant trees, the monarch of the brook, Behoves you then to ply your finest art. Long time he, following cautious, scans the fly; 425 And oft attempts to seize it, but as oft 430 Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed, The cavern'd bank, his old secure abode; And flies aloft, and flounces round the pool, Indignant of the guile. With yielding hand, That feels him still, . yet to his furious course 435 Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage: 'Till floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandon'd, to the shore 439 You gaily drag your unresisting prize. THUS pass the temperate hours: but when the sun Shakes from his noon-day throne the scattering clouds Even shooting listless langour thro' the deeps; Then seek the bank where flowering elders croud, Where shatter'd wild the lily of the vale 445 Its balmy essence breathes, where cowslips hang The dewy head, where purp'e violets lurk, wing, 450 The sounding culver shoots; or where the hawk, High, in the beetling cliff, his airy builds. Or by the vocal woods and waters lull'd, Soothe every gust of passion into peace; Like Nature? Can imagination boast, 郾 Unequal fails beneath the pleasing task, Ah, what shall language do? Ah, where find words Ting'd with so many colours; and whose power, To life approaching, may perfume my lays 475 YET tho' successless, will the toil delight... Come then, ye virgins and ye youths, whose hearts Have felt the raptures of refining love; And thou, AMANDA, 480 come, pride of my song! Form'd by the grates, loveliness itself! Shines lively fancy and the feeling heart: hair, 490 And thy lov'd bosom that improves their sweets. SEE, where the winding vale its lavish stores, Irriguous, spreads. See, how the lily drinks Of blossom'd beans. Arabia cannot boast soul. Nor is the mead unworthy of thy foot, 500 Full of fresh verdure, and unnumber'd flowers, The negligence of Nature, wide, and wild; Where, undisguis'd by mimic Art, she spreads Unbounded beauty to the roving eye. Here their delicious task the fervent bees, 505 In swarming millions, tend: around, athwart, grows, And yellow load them with the luscious spoil. Ar length the finish'd garden (to the view 1 515 Its vistas opens, and its alleys green. Snatch'd thro the verdant maze, the hurried eye Distracted wanders; now the bowery walk Of covert close, where scarce a speck of day Falls on the lengthen'd gloom, protracted sweeps; Now meets the bending sky; the river now 520 Dimpling along, the breezy-ruffled lake, spire, Th' ethereal mountain, and the distant main. But why so far excursive? when at hand, |